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huge. Twin sofas were placed around a massive circular table in the main living space. Through double doors she saw a huge king-size bed. She restrained a sudden gulp.
    Thick, exquisitely patterned rugs were laid out around the floor. At the far end of the room, French doors opened out onto a wide terrace on which was another table with chairs, no doubt a place for breakfasts and evening meals, she told herself.
    The entire room had an airy, lightness. Cream colored walls were adorned with large paintings depicting traditional scenes of the desert. Overhead fans circled lazily and she could feel the soft brush of cool air against her face. Mia inhaled the sweet scent of the colorful array of flowers which were placed in multiple vases around the room.
    It was a riot for the senses.
    Mia saw Rafiq glance at her, searching for her response. "What do you think?" he asked eagerly.
    Mia dropped her bags on the rug and gazed around. "It's wonderful. Amazing, really." She turned to Rafiq. "But, it's really too much. I mean for one person."
    Rafiq shook his head and grinned. "This is the smallest room on the palace," he joked.
    "The smallest? You're kidding me, right?"
    Rafiq shook his head and laughed "No. I'm not joking. But, it is also one of the nicest rooms." He moved a step closer to her and she was suddenly aware of just how much taller he was than her. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the simple pleasure he was deriving from her thrilled reaction. "I wanted to make sure you'd feel at home," he said.
    Mia stiffened slightly and paused. Why did he have to look at her like that? Couldn't he see her reaction to his proximity? Of course he could see, she told herself. Perhaps he needed reminding of just why she was here. "I won't be here that long. You do know that, don't you?"
    Rafiq's eyes widened and for a moment she felt as if she could fall into the deep abyss of those chocolate brown pools. "I haven't forgotten why you're here." Rafiq said with the merest hint of disappointment in his voice. Then his eyes seemed to darken and he gazed at her firmly, once more that familiar determination flickering into existence. "But, even if you're only going to be here a short while, I insist on being allowed to make you feel welcome. Completely at home. This is my family residence, after all," he said with a sweep of his hand.
    "I appreciate your generosity," Mia said trying to sound grateful and polite all at the same time.
    "I hope you enjoy your stay here, Mia," he said softly. "There is much that we can explore. Perhaps you'll let me show you how I grew up here." Rafiq grinned and Mia felt something tumble in her middle at the sight of that wonderful smile. "I have some secrets," he added mischievously.
    Mia raised her brows and nodded. "Secrets? That sounds intriguing," she said.
    Rafiq nodded. "Perhaps, once you've settled in I can have the pleasure of giving you a tour of our home."
    How could she resist such an invitation. "That sounds...lovely," she said hesitantly, wondering what kinds of things he would show her.
    Mia heard Rafiq draw in a satisfied breath and his shoulders relaxed. "I'll send one of the servants up to help you unpack."
    "There's no need to do that. I can take care of that myself."
    Rafiq shook his head sharply. "No. It's best that we do things the Qazhar way, Mia. The servants are expected to attend to all guests." Rafiq said firmly. His gaze settled on Mia's features. "Especially guests as welcome as you," he added.  
    Rafiq turned and faced the bedroom door. "I trust you will find the bed comfortable. It is large," he said in a matter of fact tone. "For one person," he added with a sigh.
    Then he ran his gaze slowly up and down the length of her body. "I'm sure your...perfect body will feel right at home. Plenty of room to stretch your legs out." She saw his features darken with desire and saw just how much he had enjoyed that brief moment of appreciation. There was that feral look again, she told